Room on the third floor, not what we asked forI'm not tired enough to sleepOne bed is broken, next room is smokin'Air conditioning's stuck on heatAnd outside it's rainin' hear the guest upstairs complainin''Bout the room that's got their TV too loud'Cause the times like these remind meThat I've got to keep my feet on the groundWake up early, 'round seven thirtyHouse keeping knockin' on my doorDo not disturb sign, the back of her mindI must have left it on the floorMy eyes are hurting 'cause the cheap nylon curtainsLet's the sunlight creep in through from the clouds'Cause the times like these remind meThat I've got to keep my feet on the groundNa na naNa na naNa na naI guess the times like these remind meI guess the times like these remind meI guess the times like these remind meThat I've got to keep my feet on the groundNa na naNa na naNa na naNo, noI guess the times like these remind meI guess the times like these remind meI guess the times like these remind meThat I've got to keep my feet on the ground